Dreams Deferred
By thespin
Walking cane beside her chair. She sits with great care. The children are all grown. She is left all alone. Sitting at the window she looks at leafless trees and frozen brooks. Remembering dreams deferred. Transferred. Left behind at the back of her mind. Visions of her younger days Plays across her straining eyes and then,slowly dies. Music fills her ears. Then slowly comes the tears. Recalling the first time she danced. The feelings of romance. Held in her partner's arms caught up in his boyish charms. Moving,slowly gliding. Hiding within his arms. A whisper and then a sigh. Smiles as couples dance bye. She is the center of attention as they all mention How beautifully she dances. She was perfect and young then. There was no-what might have been. She was Cinderella at the ball. She could have had it all. Wealth and Frame. But marriage put her out of the game. Husband and children came first. No more the thirst. For the travail things that memories brings To dreams deffered-transferred.I wrote this poem to see if I could write something that rhymes.I usually don't write poems that rhyme.Let me know what you think. Written November 6th, 2001 © on Nov 05 2001 11:03 PM PST 0 • 1
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